Life in a Northern town.

One of the many village communities clinging to the side of a valley in this part of the world. In this case, Golcar in the Colne Valley.

I stood and thought about the generations of families that have lived in those buildings, all the dramas that have been played out within the walls. Then I wondered who would one day live in my house when I am long gone, and just a name on the deeds. Will our Blips still be here in 500 hundred years? Will there be anybody left to find them?

After that I went home and ate Christmas cake with Wensleydale cheese, and the existential angst faded.